Sitting in traffic
And cursing the city
My eye did wander
caught sight of some beauty
Beauty that I had not seen before
On the steps of an old building door
She was gentle, but looked distressed
He was kind – held her to his chest
I saw their eyes, that private stare
And I felt honoured to be there
She drew closer
And with a perfect pace,
Neared his handsome, rugged face
They Kissed
I could not turn away,
From this, the perfect kiss
pity filled my thoughts
No one should live like this
they did not have a home
Each other, all they had
Homeless on
I felt angry and sad
But then I thought on my life
The life that has me fettered
In work, in greed, in strife
Is my life any better?
12.07.03
No comments:
Post a Comment